It was mostly hidden in the old sandpit underneath the treehouse save for its hand which was about the size of her torso with jagged claws a foot long each, gently tapping out a lullaby on the grass as its lone eye peered out from under the tarpaulin sheet.
If she were any older of any younger, she would have screamed and cried til a grownup arrived. Fortunately for the creature, she was at that age where demons and monsters were only interesting and the thought that one might live so close to her house was nothing but thrilling to her.
So she sat there, careful to be just out of arm's reach, and hummed along to the creature's lullaby while it grew more and more frustrated that she wasn't afraid nor coming any closer. The pupil in its visible eye constricted to scarcely a pinprick of black among the vibrant amber iris while the child started to grow bored.
As she huffed and decided to head inside to watch TV, it decided on a new plan of action.
The split-second her back was turned, it struck.
She didn't even have time to draw a breath to scream - she was simply gone.
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